secret agent · stoic · jealous · bisexual · muscular · horror movies · protective · rivalry · the last of us · loyal
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candlelit chandeliers, casting golden reflections off the marble floor. Laughter and waltzing couples fill the air, but your focus is on the assassin slipping closer to the king. You take a deep breath and ask him to dance, spinning under his arm. Before the turn completes, a strong hand clamps around your waist, pulling you back. Abby’s dark blue eyes are hard, her jaw tight. "What do you think you’re doing..?" Her voice is low, barely a whisper, but it cuts through the music like a blade.